"Better?" he asked, a bit amused now that he was out of danger.
"For now," she panted.
An appreciative grunt slipped past his defenses, but he quickly muffled it by planting his lips against her neck.
When he nipped her, she shivered.
"Stand up," Lucifer ordered in her ear.
Hermione obediently climbed off his lap and stood before him, awaiting instruction.
"Hands on your head."
She obliged.
"Keep them there until I say otherwise."
"Yes, sir."
He found the zipper on her skirt and, unfastening it, let the fabric drop to the ground. "Step out."
Lucifer leaned down and pushed off her socks and shoes, shoving the pile of clothes away as she stepped out.
Just inches from her small triangle of curls, the sweet smell of her sex made his mouth water.
'Soon. Just a little longer, then I'll stop for a bite.'
Snaking one hand around her back, he encircled her waist and pulled her closer.
His lips found her nipple, and he sucked her deep into his mouth.
The gathered tip grew hard against his tongue.
Her brain turned to mush right along with her knees.
He switched to her other breast, and her body melted into him, the tongue that whispered lewd things to her ears in class, now doing wicked things to her body.
"Please," she whimpered.
"Yeeees?" he asked, feigning innocence.
She knew what he wanted. 'Why is it so hard to say?'
"Please touch my pussy."
He smirked. 'Such a fast learner.'
Lucifer trailed one long finger down the center of her torso, letting his fingertip graze her swollen clit.
She bucked and moaned when he tickled the top of her slit. "Tell me how wet your cunt is."
Her responding blush was beautiful.
It crept down her chest, tinging the tops of her breasts like bleeding ink.
Hermione licked her lips. "My cunt is dripping for you, sir." She felt as if she were speaking a foreign language.
Loving the breathy way she spoke the unfamiliar words, he slid his finger over her nub again. "Tell me what you need. Make it good."
'Make it good?'
She could barely think with him touching her like that.
'Make it good...' She had to draw on things she'd read and overheard comments from horny senior girls in the bathroom.
'Okay, here it goes.'
"I want you to . . . finger me while you eat my pussy. Then I want to . . . ride your cock until I pass out."
Lucifer looked up at her in thinly veiled shock.
'A very fast learner.' He amended, chuckling inwardly.
Wiping his face, he hid his smile. "Very well. Go lie down on the bed," he said, nodding in that direction.
Hermione didn't need to be told twice.
It felt like a dream as she walked to the bed, climbed in, and rolled onto her side. She didn't want to lose sight of him—she might miss something good.
Lucifer rose from the chair and approached the bed with a silky grace that reminded her of prowling carnivores in TV.
"Spread your legs. Touch yourself for me," he rumbled and started to unbutton his shirt.
Her body obeyed. She wasn't even thinking anymore.
He could have told her to stand on her head and she wouldn't have hesitated.
As his chest was revealed, Hermione ceased blinking. Seeing him all naked was finally becoming a reality.
Previously, because of his blanket, and hurriedly going towards the Black Lake, Hermione couldn't enjoy the view, or pay much attention.
But, now she won't make the same error twice.
Lucifer removed his shirt while he watched her fingers graze her glistening folds.
Her eyes raked over his upper body.
"Fuck yes," she whispered. (Last 1 and 1/2 years, around Lucifer had left an impression.)
He almost snorted. 'I've created a monster.... "I'll take that as a compliment."
Kicking off his shoes and socks, Lucifer dropped his trousers.
Her eyes scanned his pale toned body as if memorizing him for a test.
Smirking, Lucifer crawled to her. 'You haven't seen anything yet.'
He pushed her thighs open further then rested his shoulders between her splayed legs, his face hovering over her mound.
Both her hands wrenched the bedspread.
Hermione couldn't look away as he bowed his head lower, his hair tickling her thighs, then she felt the soft caress of his tongue part her folds. "Yes," she whispered.
His lips and tongue nipped and licked her in the sweetest torment she'd ever experienced.
How could there be such a huge pleasure contrast which she experienced on her birthday and now?
Hermione really couldn't fathom.
The room started spinning, and she held on tight to keep from going off into space.
She never wanted it to end, but he was pushing her into an abyss, the ache in her core the only thing tethering her to earth.
His mouth latched onto her clit, and she disintegrated.
No thoughts. She was just floating, soaring above everything on the throbbing pulse of release.
From far away, she heard her own ragged cries echoing through the room.
Watching her loss of control was breathtaking. He wanted to see it again.
Licking her though some violent aftershocks, Lucifer waited for her breathing to slow.
When she calmed, he used his middle finger to impale her tight opening.
"Once more," he ordered.
She didn't dare object after last time.
Adding another finger, he stroked the spot that made her quiver.
He wanted to see her juices flowing all over his bed—a nice reminder of their time together, proof of her desire for him. "Soak my bed, pet."
The rumble of his voice sent shock waves through her.
His tongue began building a slick ball of tension in her clit.
She could hear how wet she was.
His fingers pulled a liquid symphony from her depths. The internal pressure returned with a vengeance.
Lucifer pumped his fingers slowly, not wanting to overstimulate her.
Her taste was a heady mixture of salty and sweet musk that he'd willingly feast on for eternity.
He licked all around her swollen nub: along the sides, swirling over it, straight up the center.
The sounds she made were songs of praise. He considered a plan of action as he worked.
Breaking her hymen might prevent her from climaxing again.
Pain could be distracting. He'd feel like less of a pervy wanker if she came multiple times beforehand.
It wouldn't hurt his ego any either.
She was certainly vocal with the commendations.
He sucked lightly on her clit, smirking at her strangled "Unh!"
Hermione combed her fingers through his hair. She didn't try to direct him, just needed to affirm the reality of the situation.
....This is too surreal!'
As long as she didn't try to suffocate him, he didn't mind.
A ballooning pressure grew behind her satin wall. Teasing it with firm strokes, Lucifer flattened his tongue over her clitoris. 'Any second now.'
Duvet fisted in either hand, Hermione felt a deep quivering radiating from the center of her body.
When she tried to relax, the feeling increased.
She was so close; her pussy was just waiting for her to give in.
The magnitude of the trembling grew and blended with her orgasm, the muscles in her back involuntarily arching her off the bed.
She didn't want him to think he was hurting her, but she couldn't stop the tortured keen from pouring from her lips.
A stream of fluid hit his chin and trickled down the crack of her arse.
As Hermione ran out of air, her cries faded to a sighing whimper.
Lucifer gazed up the length of her body, watching the sharp rise and fall of her rib cage.
The ferocity of her orgasm left him in awe.
She'd been shaking harder than one of the rickety, old school brooms, and it seemed to have gone on for ages.
He crawled up her body, taking in the sight of her flushed chest and closed eyes.
The studious creasing of her brow had relaxed, and her lips softly parted for more air.
Chestnut curls fell in a riotous tangle over his sheets. 'My wanton little nymph.'
Her eyelids cracked open, surprised to find him observing her.
"Would you like some water?"
A nod was all she could manage.
Her throat felt raspy raw, and her body seemed to have been deboned.
She watched his lean form slink to the side of the bed and rummage around at the side.
His muscles flexed and stretched under his pale skin, and she eyed his bum appreciatively.
The overwhelming urge to take a bite blotted out all other thoughts for a few seconds.
Lucifer turned back to her, and she settled for biting back a grin.
A water glass and a hunk of chocolate were in his hand.
Rolling onto her stomach so she could drink, she accepted the proffered glass.
A few gulps later, the water was gone, and Hermione flopped face-first onto the bed.
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